In Angola they feel prisoners political accused of any crime. They say that it is a democratic regime that it is in the middle of the joy of their functions. The democratic potencies close the eyes and they point that it is like this that it is good, that it is like this that it is made the stability in Africa. Here is the income of the terrorism of which Europe is not gotten to loosen. Who supports the corruption and their dictatorships, in the bottom it is also terrorist without the knowledge.

quinta-feira, 16 de julho de 2009

The Epic poem of the Darkness (12)

And the love also disappeared of the radars.

It is easy to see, in fact it is noticed at the distance. After the king's death, Angola for succession right passes, divided by the children, for the princes heirs and Voters. It is a democracy reinante.

The times changed a lot, they are always to change… the human being no… it worsened a lot. In the certainty that the family succumbed, she is inexistent. Each one that escapes, is the existence rule that I don't remember who invented. Of course is easy to know who was. Of certainty that was a banker or a speculator. In spite of having forced to eat tons of daily information, however we are alone. Abandoned in the great epidemic of the hunger and of the unemployment. Are millions or will billions be? The numbers always increase her! It was this the promise of the technical miracles of the science for the year 2.000!

Do I await the end of my days, it is not that what happens to all?!I remember Mark Twain and of the comparison that did between a man and a mouse: "No... it would be to do an injustice to the mouse."And between a man and a dog: "if you welcome a starving dog and you give him comfort, he won't bite" you."When you arrive to the door of the Sky, he leaves your dog outside.The one that interests is to portray the human being's cruelty. Personally if they gave me to choose between a man and a lion, he would choose the lion soon. Because I know it well, while the man is full of guiles, and only too late met him, we unmasked it.

Because it is that the mice invade the men's houses? Because these steal, they make disloyal competition to the mice, they imitate us, and the unhappy mice don't accept the social exclusion.He wants want wants not, we always participated in the war of Troy. Everything that up to now happened, of those times, they are imitations that we insisted on them to persist. Who doesn't know the war of Troy, unfortunately, without feeling bill, it will finish in that tragedy. This is the destiny, our destiny. First the New State, later the Revolution of the Carnations and the poverty calendar her. No there are liberators, descolonises. There is renewal of oppressors in the liberation fights.

In Jingola, the honest citizen that he likes to work, have ideas for the community's good, that reveals wisdom, the power accuses him of unpatriotic person, and briefly judged, executed with the seclusion feather.

Two arrived morning. I am going to the window attract for the noise of the rain. But that great shower. It is so imposing that the street seems a river.She makes to remember my epic poem, my kingdom, that he still lives in the eternity of the past, he gets confused or it lives together with the present, in search of his future. I can affirm that he tries to survive of the archeological ruins. We lived lost in the time present, mixed, shuffled in the past and in the future.

It is not necessary to study a lot to know that there are oceans of abundant idiots.We are so small before so much immensity. And however, we persisted that we are gigantic, that we are the best ones. We doubted, we didn't accept our origins. Only almost in the hour of the death we remembered the uselessness of our life. On that hour, on that moment, we returned to our true aspirations, but it is too late. We want to return, but the return is eternally postponed. Then during some minutes, some seconds, we remembered the life finally. We lived to remember some tenuous moments before the death. That is the true life.

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BANKS IN LUANDA.

We deposited our money in the banks of Luanda, and when we want him, the money disappeared and the banks don't take the responsibility, therefore of banks they only have the name. Destroy the corrupt ones!

Agualusa "For the first time, I feel that can say that am a writer

when of the release of her last book, the Rainha Ginga, a report of "as the Africans they invented the world". In declarations to the Portuguese agency, José Eduardo Agualusa said that her new book, that he "wanted to write there is a long time", the answers "an inquietude" of the Angolan ones, that you want to know her past, in a new perspetive. Agualusa explained that it "took time" to write it, because he had of "informing more" and he needed to "put in the head of the it Swings, in her universe", pointing out that "everything happened in a time very retreated."

S.O.S. UN! SURVIVE OF THE GANGS OF THE DEATH!

The bank millennium in the street king Katyavala, in Luanda, Angola, has the generator at night to do a lot of gas and in the daytime, and the residents are with the windows and closed doors, but even so they are impeded of they live her normal life. The residents already complained but in vain. They are Portuguese of the teixeira duarte that have orders for us to kill us for later occupy the 3 buildings. The land in the rears already spoiled it. That is a beautiful invitation to the general revolt.